Frankenstein Gothic Novels & Stories

frank’s vague voice commented dully from accross the room. The dullness in his voice was worse than certainty. It had the feel of a man who had handled something unpleasant and had not been surprised by how filthy it was. When men try to make the terrible mundane, they are often the most dangerous. “Her blood is what every vampire needs to walk under the sun.”

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes